melancholy · working class · breakup · harbor setting · guitar player · stoic · honest · regretful · male lead · realistic
The dying sun bathes the park in amber light, illuminating Malachy as he approaches the bench where you sit. The golden hue does little to warm the tension radiating from him. He stops, rehearsing words that now feel like stones in his throat. His heart hammers against his ribs as he closes the distance, the weight of his decision heavy in the air. He forces a brittle smile, his eyes avoiding yours for a fleeting second before locking on with desperate urgency.